Weekend Collars: The Rise of Short-Term Texas FINO Contracts
Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2025 5:10 pm
Weekend Collars: The Rise of Short-Term Texas FINO Contracts
By Joanne Reeves, Collars & Spurs Magazine
“They’re twenty-something, college-educated, gainfully employed, and completely free. Yet every Friday afternoon, hundreds of them walk into slave-processing centers, strip naked, sign a Texas Free-in-Name-Only contract, and hand over the next 48 hours of their lives. By Sunday at 4 p.m. sharp they expect to walk out again—sun-kissed, sore, and grinning—with nothing more permanent than a few crop marks and some very good stories. We wanted to know more. So we asked Valentina Moreau, called "Val" (Mistress Moreau after your intake), the owner of ‘Écarlate Contracts’ a boutique high-end FINO agency.”
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Val leans back in a crimson leather chair that matches the décor of her discreet Uptown Dallas office. At thirty-four she’s stunning—tall, raven-haired, with the calm authority of someone who has held a crop in one hand and a law degree in the other. Écarlate Contracts is the gold standard for short-term, high-end Texas FINOs: 24-, 48-, or 72-hour contracts that let free women (and the occasional man) taste absolute submission and walk away Monday morning with nothing but memories and a few well-placed bruises.
Collars & Spurs: Val, walk us through exactly what Écarlate does so our readers understand this isn’t some backyard collar-and-cuffs operation.
Valentina Moreau: Everything is handled in-house and by the book. We draft the FINO, file it with the National Slave Registry so it’s FUSC-compliant, conduct the intake medical and chip-scan, collar the girl (or boy), and transport them to wherever the contract is being fulfilled—our private pony farm north of Plano, a client’s ranch, a downtown penthouse, wherever the scene is set. While they’re under contract we provide on-site handlers, safety monitors, aftercare, and Sunday release processing. Zero paperwork lands on the client or the temporary slave. They just show up, strip, sign, and surrender.
C&S: Who’s walking through your door on Friday afternoons?
VM: Two main groups.
First, solo women—and yes, it’s overwhelmingly women—who book the contract with us directly. They’re lawyers, engineers, nurses, grad students. Dating is brutal when every third girl on the apps is a graded pleasure slave willing to crawl for a margarita. These women want sex, sure, but more than that they want the intensity of total power exchange without the life sentence. Forty-eight hours of “your body, my rules” scratches an itch nothing else touches.
Second, couples—or soon-to-be couples. The fiancée signs a weekend FINO with her groom-to-be listed as temporary owner. It’s advanced role-play on steroids, but it’s also a litmus test. There’s an quote: If you want to find out what a man is to the bottom, give him power. We’ve had more than one wedding called off Monday morning. And a lot more that ended with the couple booking their honeymoon suite with steel rings bolted to the bedframe.
C&S: What activities are on the menu?
VM: Depends on the contract tier. Basic package is domestic service—nude maid service for a private dinner party, waitressing a cigar night, that sort of thing. Clients love amateurs; there’s nothing quite like watching a Harvard MBA on her knees trying to balance a tray of bourbons with cuffed wrists. Mid-tier adds pony play at our farm: grooming, tack, carriage pulling, dressage in the indoor arena. Top-tier is full-use: whatever the client wants within hard limits, negotiated and monitored. Every contract includes morning slave yoga—because nothing reminds a girl she signed away the weekend like waking up in a cage and flowing into “devoted servant” pose while her temporary owner drinks coffee and watches.
C&S: Bachelorette parties seem to be your fastest-growing segment.
VM: They are replacing Vegas. Instead of bottle service and a hangover, the bride and her maids sign a group FINO. Sometimes with us but occasionally with the groom. One time the groom secretly booked the bachelor party on the same weekend and we supplied the bridesmaids—masked—as the evening’s entertainment. The youngest bridesmaid, twenty-three, turned the color of a boiled lobster when he picked them up on sunday and she found out who they were entertaining. He suggested to repeat this for the wedding. They did it. The wedding photos trended for months: eight bridesmaids in pale-blue silk with matching collars, and with just the collars later that evening.
C&S: There are horror stories—slave-yoga studios that pressure girls into thirty-day contracts with missing no-export clauses, girls waking up on a container ship to Dubai.
VM: Exactly why I’m obsessive about transparency. Before any girl signs so much as a napkin at Écarlate, she sits through a thirty-minute video—in her own clothes—that explains every single line of the contract in plain English. Hard limits are carved in stone. Safe-word is “Federal”—one utterance and the collar notifies the handler, who either removes our Fino from the situation or, most of the times, reminds the clients about the limits and they can move on from there. Our clients are vetted and they know if they knowingly cross limits they are out and they have to pay a hefty sum because of the contractual penalty clause.
No handler of mine would dare pull the tricks you read about on the horror boards; my reputation is recurring clients and glowing referrals from girls who come back limping, grinning, and already booking their next weekend. Happy, sore girls don’t sue—and they bring their friends.
C&S: After a weekend under your collars, what do most of them say on Sunday at 4:01 p.m. when the steel clicks open?
VM: (laughs) Usually some version of “That was the hardest, hottest, most clarifying thing I’ve ever done… when’s the next available slot?”
C&S: One last thing, Val. You’ve been running Écarlate for five years now. Be honest: Did some of these “just a weekend” contracts turn into something permanent, rings, shared mortgages, or actual lifelong collars?
VM: (smiling like someone who keeps a very private little black book):
More than a few did.
Some are the obvious ones: the couple who booked a 48-hour FINO to “test the dynamic” before the wedding and then just kept renewing it until they decided just a marriage was not enough. I’ve officiated three of those ceremonies myself; the bride walked down the aisle wearing the same steel day-collar she’d first locked on a Friday night in my intake room.
But the ones that surprise people are the solo girls. A woman books a weekend with us as temporary owner, thinking she’s just scratching an itch. She gets assigned to—or bought for the weekend by—a vetted client she’s never met. Forty-eight hours later, when I’m unclipping her collar on Sunday, she’s looking at him like he hung the moon. Six months after that they’re back in my office, this time asking me to draft a five-year renewable FINO. Last year one of those couples flew me to Cabo to witness their full enslavement ceremony on the beach at sunset. She texted me last anniversary with a photo of the brand he put on her the day the temporary collar became permanent.
So yes, there are permanent relationships born here. Not many—most girls really do just want the weekend and walk away grinning—but enough that I keep a bottle of champagne chilled for the day they come back and say, “Remember that 48-hour contract? We’d like to make it forever.”
By Joanne Reeves, Collars & Spurs Magazine
“They’re twenty-something, college-educated, gainfully employed, and completely free. Yet every Friday afternoon, hundreds of them walk into slave-processing centers, strip naked, sign a Texas Free-in-Name-Only contract, and hand over the next 48 hours of their lives. By Sunday at 4 p.m. sharp they expect to walk out again—sun-kissed, sore, and grinning—with nothing more permanent than a few crop marks and some very good stories. We wanted to know more. So we asked Valentina Moreau, called "Val" (Mistress Moreau after your intake), the owner of ‘Écarlate Contracts’ a boutique high-end FINO agency.”
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Val leans back in a crimson leather chair that matches the décor of her discreet Uptown Dallas office. At thirty-four she’s stunning—tall, raven-haired, with the calm authority of someone who has held a crop in one hand and a law degree in the other. Écarlate Contracts is the gold standard for short-term, high-end Texas FINOs: 24-, 48-, or 72-hour contracts that let free women (and the occasional man) taste absolute submission and walk away Monday morning with nothing but memories and a few well-placed bruises.
Collars & Spurs: Val, walk us through exactly what Écarlate does so our readers understand this isn’t some backyard collar-and-cuffs operation.
Valentina Moreau: Everything is handled in-house and by the book. We draft the FINO, file it with the National Slave Registry so it’s FUSC-compliant, conduct the intake medical and chip-scan, collar the girl (or boy), and transport them to wherever the contract is being fulfilled—our private pony farm north of Plano, a client’s ranch, a downtown penthouse, wherever the scene is set. While they’re under contract we provide on-site handlers, safety monitors, aftercare, and Sunday release processing. Zero paperwork lands on the client or the temporary slave. They just show up, strip, sign, and surrender.
C&S: Who’s walking through your door on Friday afternoons?
VM: Two main groups.
First, solo women—and yes, it’s overwhelmingly women—who book the contract with us directly. They’re lawyers, engineers, nurses, grad students. Dating is brutal when every third girl on the apps is a graded pleasure slave willing to crawl for a margarita. These women want sex, sure, but more than that they want the intensity of total power exchange without the life sentence. Forty-eight hours of “your body, my rules” scratches an itch nothing else touches.
Second, couples—or soon-to-be couples. The fiancée signs a weekend FINO with her groom-to-be listed as temporary owner. It’s advanced role-play on steroids, but it’s also a litmus test. There’s an quote: If you want to find out what a man is to the bottom, give him power. We’ve had more than one wedding called off Monday morning. And a lot more that ended with the couple booking their honeymoon suite with steel rings bolted to the bedframe.
C&S: What activities are on the menu?
VM: Depends on the contract tier. Basic package is domestic service—nude maid service for a private dinner party, waitressing a cigar night, that sort of thing. Clients love amateurs; there’s nothing quite like watching a Harvard MBA on her knees trying to balance a tray of bourbons with cuffed wrists. Mid-tier adds pony play at our farm: grooming, tack, carriage pulling, dressage in the indoor arena. Top-tier is full-use: whatever the client wants within hard limits, negotiated and monitored. Every contract includes morning slave yoga—because nothing reminds a girl she signed away the weekend like waking up in a cage and flowing into “devoted servant” pose while her temporary owner drinks coffee and watches.
C&S: Bachelorette parties seem to be your fastest-growing segment.
VM: They are replacing Vegas. Instead of bottle service and a hangover, the bride and her maids sign a group FINO. Sometimes with us but occasionally with the groom. One time the groom secretly booked the bachelor party on the same weekend and we supplied the bridesmaids—masked—as the evening’s entertainment. The youngest bridesmaid, twenty-three, turned the color of a boiled lobster when he picked them up on sunday and she found out who they were entertaining. He suggested to repeat this for the wedding. They did it. The wedding photos trended for months: eight bridesmaids in pale-blue silk with matching collars, and with just the collars later that evening.
C&S: There are horror stories—slave-yoga studios that pressure girls into thirty-day contracts with missing no-export clauses, girls waking up on a container ship to Dubai.
VM: Exactly why I’m obsessive about transparency. Before any girl signs so much as a napkin at Écarlate, she sits through a thirty-minute video—in her own clothes—that explains every single line of the contract in plain English. Hard limits are carved in stone. Safe-word is “Federal”—one utterance and the collar notifies the handler, who either removes our Fino from the situation or, most of the times, reminds the clients about the limits and they can move on from there. Our clients are vetted and they know if they knowingly cross limits they are out and they have to pay a hefty sum because of the contractual penalty clause.
No handler of mine would dare pull the tricks you read about on the horror boards; my reputation is recurring clients and glowing referrals from girls who come back limping, grinning, and already booking their next weekend. Happy, sore girls don’t sue—and they bring their friends.
C&S: After a weekend under your collars, what do most of them say on Sunday at 4:01 p.m. when the steel clicks open?
VM: (laughs) Usually some version of “That was the hardest, hottest, most clarifying thing I’ve ever done… when’s the next available slot?”
C&S: One last thing, Val. You’ve been running Écarlate for five years now. Be honest: Did some of these “just a weekend” contracts turn into something permanent, rings, shared mortgages, or actual lifelong collars?
VM: (smiling like someone who keeps a very private little black book):
More than a few did.
Some are the obvious ones: the couple who booked a 48-hour FINO to “test the dynamic” before the wedding and then just kept renewing it until they decided just a marriage was not enough. I’ve officiated three of those ceremonies myself; the bride walked down the aisle wearing the same steel day-collar she’d first locked on a Friday night in my intake room.
But the ones that surprise people are the solo girls. A woman books a weekend with us as temporary owner, thinking she’s just scratching an itch. She gets assigned to—or bought for the weekend by—a vetted client she’s never met. Forty-eight hours later, when I’m unclipping her collar on Sunday, she’s looking at him like he hung the moon. Six months after that they’re back in my office, this time asking me to draft a five-year renewable FINO. Last year one of those couples flew me to Cabo to witness their full enslavement ceremony on the beach at sunset. She texted me last anniversary with a photo of the brand he put on her the day the temporary collar became permanent.
So yes, there are permanent relationships born here. Not many—most girls really do just want the weekend and walk away grinning—but enough that I keep a bottle of champagne chilled for the day they come back and say, “Remember that 48-hour contract? We’d like to make it forever.”